Love the smell of death in the morning
With the flavors of terror fed to me
Designed to watch things die

Praying for life
Their sufferings for my pleasure
Their bloody tears for petty laughs

Designed to let things die
Praying for life
The smell of death reeks from the living


Another man's anguish is my success
Prosper from the failures of the misfortunate


Amused to death inside the walls
All in all I'm just another

Another prick with no balls
Designed to kill things right
Praying for life

The smell of death reeks from the living

As the tables turn

and the master becomes the slave
As the wretched of the earth
revolt from the graves


Love the smell of death in the morning
With the flavors of terror fed to me

Smell of death reeks from the living
The smell of death reeks from the living